I lied to you, like,
all the time
Even on things that mattered
not a bit.
I lied about the amount of bread in the fridge.
I told you I kept bread in the fridge
to keep it fresh
when really it was to keep it away from bugs.
I lied to you about everything.

Even that was a lie.
I said “good morning” to you occasionally
and that was true.
I said I loved you, and
though I might not have always felt love for you
in the instant,
the fact that I had loved you
was never really in doubt.
I’m not even consistent in my deceit.

But, through it all,
I tried to be
in my own way
true to you.
Almost all of my lies
were in the service of keeping you happy
or at least
in the service of keeping you liking me.

Even now
this last minute stab of honesty
is in that same service
and the hopes that
you’ll allow me to serve you a bit longer.

So?
Did it work?
Will you upset the apple cart
or
are you willing
to let sleeping dogs lie?